[h2]Tyaethe[/h2]

At the confirmation of her orders, Tyaethe once again broke into the alarming-looking grin, even tossing her sword from one hand to another in a way that would have been alarming even if the blade alone wasn't longer than the diminutive vampire's height. If she was praying, she gave no outward sign despite her position – in truth, the only thing around Rozenalt she had been praying for in the past two centuries was this opportunity. Victory… in this situation, that was something she wanted on her own merits.

Though, there was nothing there about not making the process easier. For instance… when the Feinyar came drifting by, Tyaethe reached out to stop her for a second, ignoring the way her bare arms [i]immediately[/i] started to burn at the sensation. "You must know some Nithyr, right? Once you've lead us to the Hunt, do you think you could send some along to play with us? I remember they liked it, last time."

So long as there was more of the [i]Hunt[/i] than there was of [i]them,[/i] getting the Nithyr involved would balance the scales a little. They wouldn't want the fun to end too soon, and she doubted they'd realise that the goal was [i]only[/i] the defeat of Rozenalt.

Her preparations done, Tyaethe started humming as the fae began to lead the way to their destination – and soon singing outright, in Estrialan this time. She could have gone for one of the most traditional Veltish versions of the story, where Rozenalt was slain by Velt's Prince, and definitely the most commonly performed. Or there was the ending popularised by Ithillin, where the fiend took his own life to deny anyone else the pleasure. This song, although with so much in common with the Veltish that even the word choices were often similar, was instead one where the Princess disguised as her brother and pursued Rozenalt, while the actual Prince lead his knights to ambush Rozenalt's own men. Thus cornered alone, the Princess defeated the vile spellblade atop his own castle.

It seemed the most apt version here, and it was the jauntiest of the tunes she knew. Aside from the castle but they all had that detail, so who cared?